diamonds, she thinks she a superstar Ooh, Biggie, let me jack her I kick her in the back Hit her with the gat Yo chill, Shorty, let me do that Just
You're treated and competed, walk away from it undefeated Observe it from over there, okay Ain't it obvious we overheated You talkin' that slick shit But I jus' know that you meant me
cares wether I'm alive or not somebody who knows whether I'm alive or not I was walking home through an alley way paid no attention tripped over a leg
it out over several years The first day I got me a fuel pump And the next day I got me an engine and a trunk Then I got me a transmission and all of
damn trunk! (chorusx2) (verse 3) hours turned to days days turned to weeks had to drill holes in the trunk so she can drink and eat whatever i stuffed through the holes
it sound (that?s how it sound) Ass so fat I had to walk around (I had to walk around) She was screamin? yea (yea) And I was sayin? no (no) You done gave me
pasta, sky, misty, often tipsy From off the whiskey, the gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me
, you get electrified and fried Fuck around and get your mouth slapped dry You could battle me and possibly survive But you could never see me and walk
They said I smiled too much to be a-hole, and these girls too much for me to take home Bad as Beyonce, could be a fiance, But she way too horny to have
with the big boys, one move you're gone I'm explosive when my rap over-doses Label me ferocious on 'Wanted' signs posted See me on the screen like blood
let me on the tennis court I gotta woman, she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She
me on the tennis court I gotta woman, she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She
fly wide Come to me now, 84 hard, 84 soft wit me now Beautiful ladies, they want to walk wit me now, talk wit me now Push a glock for me now, sale cock
ll put ya hot dogs on the grill It gotta be a conspiracy if niggaz aint feelin me Like a nigga with no eyes - yall not seein me Call me a director - I
2: you gloom I have been Voice 1: give this darling Voice 2: with this tumbling door bell ring Voice 2: she be into me Voice 2: my trend Voice 2: she
the pearls go sailing And they splash and bounce and roll 'cross the wet street As she bends to chase the pearls, a car swings 'round the corner She
? She looks out from high above the dark and cold streets There in her room she waits in riches for something to happen Money can't heal her, the hole she
Women and country on my mind Bolting me out Over the borderline Now, there's no more love loss and no more shame No more digging holes or graves Nothing